Your vision of a new life was impure gave into temptation and threw away what you believed your immaculate state of mind was only temporary your faults
That's it, off with her fucking head
Those pretty eyes beg my forgiveness You trick bitch, I'm better off with slit wrists How many bastards did you convince that you were in love with them
You buried me neck deep in this misery and I feel right at home So pardon me for trying to speak but I remember before the fire you and I were merely
Break your fucking neck while you're holding your head screaming out "When the fuck will this curse end? If I die tomorrow will you leave me flowers on
Bury the hatchet, sever the ties Vehement screams forever haunting every dream Ghosts in silence left to harbour their hatred I feel my blood run cold
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You were my favorite story, and now we write the ending The pages trace the body back to where it started bleeding I'm sure my eyes can tell you how long
Drop dead, you don't deserve to be alive and well I see your smile as I suffocate Left hanging high above your head until the day you cut me free I'll
How could you expect me to believe this is all my fault? One last dance in decadence You call this knife an acquiesce? I call it reason to collect one
A bitter end to what once was so promising I'll always miss that pretty mouth I've got a casket with your name, And a perfect resting place Waiting for
I always loved the way you wore your beauty As if it were a noose around your neck Now that your suicide has been recited Bitch go ahead and hang yourself
